[hider=Lily Elpis Stark][CENTER][h1][img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/rf5/3BjG/NjM0OTgxZWI0ZjJiNGVlOGJhM2E1Y2I3M2YwYzRhNDQudHRm/TGlseSBFbHBpcyBTdGFyaw/cassandra-personal-use-regular.png?r=fs&h=195&w=3000&fg=982196&bg=FFFFFF&tb=1&s=65[/img][/h1][/CENTER] [i]"I probably shouldn’t tell you this but I heard on the grapevine….."[/i] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img] https://i.imgur.com/ihuBdXL_d.webp?maxwidth=760&fidelity=grand[/img] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [sub]Lily Elpis Stark [color=00FFFF]She/They[/color] [b]|[/b] [color=00FFFF]21[/color] [b]|[/b] [color=00FFFF]German-American[/color] [b]|[/b] [color=00FFFF]5’10”[/color] [b]|[/b] [color=00FFFF]145 lbs[/color] [b]|[/b] [color=00FFFF]Daughter of Apate[/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Sly [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [color=00FFFF]Skills & Talents[/color][/sub] [i]"I’m more surprised you didn’t catch me lying."[/i] [sup]___________________________________[/sup][/center][hider=Strength] [sub] [b][Deception] ⫻[/b] Lily is a natural when it comes to the art of deception. Whether through the use of the gifts given to her at birth, or through her own cunning and guile, Lily is able to weave a web of lies, chaos, and half truths that can destabilize a long standing friend group, trust in an important individual, or ruin a relationship. She often describes deception as an art form, and herself as a modern master.[/sub] [sub][b][Illusion] ⫻[/b] Whether through magical or mundane means Lily can make things appear to be something they’re not. Whether that’s projecting an audible, and visual, clone to district a target or lead one away, or simply pulling on the strings of her web of lies to alter someone’s perception of reality, Lily is a master of illusion.[/sub] [sub][b][Schemes] ⫻[/b] Lily is never content with things being “good enough”. There’s always some way to advance one’s life through schemes and plans. As such, Lily is a natural at the various aspects of scheming her way through life. [/sub] [/hider] [hider=Weakness] [sub][b][In too deep] ⫻[/b] As is often the case Lily can get too involved, too invested, in her schemes and can often be completely lost to the world around her, and will become too stubborn to call it quits or change her plans.[/sub] [sub][b][A kind heart encased in a broken shell] ⫻[/b] Despite the best efforts of her mothers lineage there is still a kind heart nestled somewhere inside of her. She will refuse to bring harm to someone who is disabled, or undeserving of her attention. [/sub] [sub][b][Seeing the forest through the trees] ⫻[/b] Lily is painfully blind to the schemes and plans of her own mother. This is in part due to her being absent her whole life, and in part due to the skill her mother has over the powers.[/sub] [/hider] [/cell][cell][sub][b] [color=00FFFF]Appearance[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]" Why yes I did pick this outfit out myself!"[/i] [indent] Despite the wishes of her mother Lily is a rather tall, fit, woman who walks through life with a confident step. Her pale skin has recently been blemished by a single drop of ink on her wrist, a tattoo of her father’s final words, and she does not allow any jewelry to dangle from her face, instead she accessories with rings, necklaces, chokers, and pins. Her blue eyes are less piercing than most, and are a darker shade that seems to light up when meeting someone new. Her hair is wavy, and is consistently cut to stay right below the blades of her shoulders and it is often put up into a ponytail and pulled back. Currently she is a platinum blonde but this is always subject to change. When she wears it down she tries to go towards a ‘lived in’ look that focuses on a controlled messy appearance. Lily appears as if she’s the life of the party. She often dresses in an alternative, but colorful, style. She is a big fan of the tried and tested combo of denim high waisted shorts, fishnet tights, and an oversized shirt that flows overtop. She’s often spotted in converse, or some combat boots, and is rarely seen wearing heels. In these colder months she tends to wear more slacks, and colorfully striped sweaters underneath her jacket. While she may alternate between this, and a more refined version when the need arises, Lily always appears approachable, confident, and above all else friendly on the first glance. Yet the longer one looks at her the more they will notice the little things that give away her motivation. Her lifeless eyes seem to linger on everything and anything as if she’s studying it, and they always seem to find their way onto people who are above her in status and rank.[/indent] [/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] [color=00FFFF]Psychology[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]" Do I have a choice? I was born to be this."[/i] [INDENT][b][color=00FFFF]MAIN GOAL[/color] ⫻[/b] Lily wants nothing more than to have the approval and love of her mother after the death of her father. As such, she’s fully devoted herself to the art of deception and has developed a drive to exceed anyone that is ahead of her in status or standing through the use of her mothers gifts. While this is something that her father tried to push out of her, it is as if it’s ingrained into her soul. [b] [color=00FFFF]PHILOSOPHY[/color] ⫻[/b] That to succeed one must first be calculating and plan out their moves. Secondly, one must be ruthless in executing their schemes. As well, there is some sense that one needs to help those who are unable to protect themselves. [b][color=00FFFF] SECRETS[/color] ⫻[/b] Lily has nearly caused several suicides, a fair few murders, and has caused at least three people to be locked up on charges brought about by Lily in disguise. [b][color=00FFFF] SEXUALITY[/color] ⫻[/b] Lily uses her sexuality as a weapon, and as such she swings it both ways. [b][color=00FFFF] FEARS[/color] ⫻[/b] Lily is terrified of her fathers last words to her, that the good in her outweighs any of the bad that hers mothers gifts have created. For if her father was right, and that at her core she does have good in her, than what will she do with all the chaos and destruction she’s caused? [b][color=00FFFF] HAT CAUSED THEM TO BE SENT TO THE CAMP?[/color] ⫻ [/b] Lily came home and found her father dying after someone broke into their home. Before the police arrived her mother appeared and told Lily that he was killed in an act of violence against the gods. As such, Lily needed to be protected from these outside threats and also needed to hone her skills against the gods and goddesses that she may very well face one day in the future. [b][color=00FFFF] FLAWS[/color] ⫻[/b] Lily tends to avoid harming those who are disadvantaged even if it means she’ll be unable to execute a plan. Lily often finds a twisted joy in bringing chaos down onto others. As such, at every moment of every day she’ll be searching out new ways to make life harder for others. This has led to her being ostracized from social groups, and also missing out on a few actual good things that were happening in the present right in front of her. Lily will always own up to her deception if caught, even if this causes conflict or makes her look bad. She enjoys the drama it brings. [/INDENT] [sub][b] [color=00FFFF] Backstory[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]" It doesn’t make sense"[/i] [indent] Lily was given the perfect life on a silver platter. She was born into a well off household but didn’t know her mother as she disappeared from every part of her life right after she gave birth. Her father was a well liked, well off, and happy man who was the favorite pediatrician of their suburban neighborhoods just outside Buffalo New York. From an early age her attentive father noticed that something was off with his little girl. Where he saw joy and happiness in the kids he treated at work, he saw a shell of a child at home. At first, he chalked this up to the circumstances of Lilly’s birth and lack of a mother in her life and pushed to fill that void as best as he could. That was, at least, until he got called to the kindergarten to speak with the teacher regarding an incident that transpired. Lilly had put some gum in the most popular girl's hair, and then convinced her that her best friend did it. When the two kids ended up fighting, she admitted freely that she had lied and in fact was the one to blame for the situation. When her father saw her in the office it was the first time that he saw her smile ever so vibrantly. As she continued to grow she was in and out of therapy, and began to love the game of it. She had a knack for telling them lies that could even trump the truth of a situation, and win them to her side, only to reveal the con and break their spirits ever so. Her father, sensing that it was because of her lineage, decided that the only thing that he could do would be to take her far away from where he met Lily’s mother in the first place, and quickly found a job out in California and moved the two of them soon thereafter. This change of scenery helped Lily. It was like a switch was flipped in her brain. The rest of her elementary school years were without issue, and her middle school years followed that trend. As such, Lily was no longer in therapy and was able to live a relatively normal life. That was, until she ran face first into the politics of an American Highschool. As a freshman she began to be the target of a few bullies, and these bullies were from families richer than hers, more influential than hers, and this led to them being at the top of the food chain. This led to a new rage brewing deep within her, a rage so potent it called out to her mother like nectar to a bee and pulled her back into her life. While she did not stay for long, she did remain long enough for Lily to learn of her status as a demigod and learn some control over the dormant magic that she suppressed. Lily used these basic skills to infiltrate the cliques of the school, turn them against one another, and ultimately cause the collapse of everything that they stood for. This was fun for Lily. It was more fun than anything she had experienced before. The process of building up the lie , stabbing people in the back, and turning friends into foes was intoxicating. And she wanted to get more, and more of that feeling. Yet Lily seemed to be very deliberate in the selection of her targets. She always picked the most popular, and meanest, people she could yet she never seemed to target the kids lower on the totem pole. By the time she graduated everyone had become too busy fighting each other to ever consider bullying her or those too weak to fight back. After Highschool Lily moved back to Buffalo to attend college in the hope of meeting her mother again but this proved to not be as easy as she hoped. Still, as she finished the fall semester of her third year she figured it was only a matter of time before the two would be reunited. For her Christmas break she decided to surprise her father back home and flew out at once. When she arrived, she found him barely alive laying in a pool of his own blood. He gave her a final goodbye, and told her to not listen to that dark part of her that always wants out. That there was more good in her soul than not. As his last breath parted his lips her mother once again appeared, and told her that it was no longer safe for her in this mortal environment. She told Lily of a camp filled with people like her, people that were bullies and would lead the world to a war unlike any that they’ve seen, and if she did not use her powers many more would die like her father. In that moment, Lily decided that she would do whatever it took to ensure that would not happen and these demigods would be brought to heel. As Lily left the home she did not see the illusion break behind her, and her fathers very much alive body sleeping peacefully on the couch, nor did she notice the strange sheen in the eyes of the cops who came by shortly thereafter. A week later, Lily finds herself presenting herself at the gates to her future, with a thumb on a scanner, and a scheme ready to be made.[/indent] [sub][b] [color=00FFFF] Abilities[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Did you seriously think I would leave myself exposed like that clone?"[/i] [indent][b] [color=00FFFF] DESCRIPTION[/color] ⫻[/b] As a daughter of Apate Lily’s powers have a focus on illusions, disguises, and generation of clones. [b] Human shapeshifting ⫻[/b] Lily is able to cast an illusion spell that allows her to appear to be someone else. This spell works only if Lily is able to know what a person looks like, how they act, how they talk, and more. If she just met a new person she’d be able to copy their appearance but would have trouble getting their voice right. If she got to spend a prolonged amount of time around someone she’d be able to perfectly match their look, personality, speech patterns, and even gait. This is a charm based spell so as long as Lily is able to concentrate, she’ll be able to maintain the form. To those who are not resistant to these mind spells she will truly appear to be whoever she is copying. Lily is already extremely proficient in this skill. [b]Clone ⫻[/b] Lily is able to create a perfect, illusion based clone of herself. The clone does not have any agency of their own, and they are more like an audio and visual projection of Lily as they are not physical, but they are useful for distracting someone in a pinch. Lily is talented with this ability but ultimately lacks finesse. She must maintain concentration and a visual on the clone to maintain. A lack of either will cause the clone to flicker, glitch, or just dissipate altogether. [b] Voice mimicry ⫻[/b] Lily, with time, is able to mimic the voice of those around her. Like her human shapeshifter ability, the more exposure she has to a target the more accurate she will be. A more recently developed ability for Lily, but quickly becoming a favorite, Lily is able to project her voice far away from her as if she was a ventriloquist and the target location was a dummy. She’s able to use her voice, or a voice she gains through her human shapeshifting, in this fashion without needing to cast that magic. She must maintain her focus, and concentration, at all times otherwise the voice will become distorted and weakened. [b] Ultimate lie ⫻[/b] Lily is able to lie effortlessly. So much so that no one is able to tell when she is doing it, no matter their lineage. While a child of Athena might get a gut feeling that something is off, they would still have all the indications that Lily is telling the truth. [/INDENT] [sup][b] [color=00FFFF]]Other[/color][/b][/sup] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Awww did someone get caught in my web of lies? How sad."[/i] [indent]Anyyyything else?[/INDENT] [/hider] [hr] [hider=Forest Longnecker][CENTER][img] https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjI0MC4yMjhiMjIuUm05eVpYTjBJRXh2Ym1kdVpXTnJaWEkuMA/winter-sale.regular.webp[/img][/CENTER] [i]"I don’t follow what you’re saying but I like the way you’re saying it!"[/i] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img] https://i.imgur.com/KgnNXDc_d.webp?maxwidth=760&fidelity=grand[/img] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [sub] Forest Longnecker [color=228B22]He/Him[/color] [b]|[/b] [color=228B22] 22 [/color][b]|[/b] [color=228B22] White [/color] [b]|[/b] [color=228B22]Six feet tall[/color] [b]|[/b] [color=228B22]223 lbs[/color] [b]|[/b] [color=228B22]Son of Demeter[/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Kind. [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [color=228B22]Skills & Talents[/color][/sub] [i]"I’m just a simple farm boy."[/i] [sup]___________________________________[/sup][/center][hider=Strengths] [sub][b][Simple country cooking] ⫻[/b] Forest’s life before arriving at the camp revolved around his farm and the harvest. As such, he’s a talented cook when it comes to the classic country styled feasts and his home grown herbs and spices are to die for.[/sub] [sub][b][Farm Build] ⫻[/b] Thanks to a life time spent working a farm Forest is strong. While not demigod strong, he is noticeably muscular and can hold his own in an arm wrestling contest.[/sub] [sub][b][Surprisingly fashionable] ⫻[/b] When one thinks of a farm boy they think of blue jeans, work boots, and a thick jacket. While that may be true on the farm, when Forest goes out on the town he is dressed in expensive clothes that are accessorized well. He thanks his ex-girlfriend, a well known socialite in Columbus, for pushing him to explore his style more.[/sub][/hider] [hider=Weakness] [sub][b][Naive] ⫻[/b] Forest always sees the best in people, and often he sees the best in the worst ones. He’s quick to make excuses, push away negative thoughts, and trust his gut when he should trust his eyes and his years[/sub] [sub][b][Awkward] ⫻[/b] Forest grew up in a small farming community, graduated with thirty other people, and spent the majority of his adult life working the farm. As such, while charming, he will always be awkward around new people.[/sub] [sub][b][Protective] ⫻[/b] Forest was always taught to protect his own by his father, and Forest will always be the first to step up and be that defender. Even if the threat is stronger than him.[/sub] [sub][b][Kinda dumb] ⫻[/b] Forest does have a degree in Agricultural Science but outside of the farming world Forest is just kind of dumb. This is especially true in social situations where he will be completely oblivious to certain situations.[/sub][/hider] [/cell][cell][sub][b] [color=228B22]Appearance[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]" Oh hey, I’m sure you know but my eyes are up here. For some reason everyone does that.."[/i] [indent] Forest stands at a height of six feet tall and has packed this frame with a solid base of muscle. Forest has never felt the desire to add a tattoo to his sun kissed skin so he does not have anything inked on him. He has no earnings or other piercings, but has considered getting a septum piercing for no other reason than it looks cool. His icy blue eyes are inviting instead of piercing, and seem to radiate a warmth that calms those who look into them. When he takes his shirt off While he’s not ripped, he does have obvious functional muscle from fifteen years of working at the farm. Forest is a hairy man. His slicked back hair falls just above his shoulders, and tufts of hair threaten to break free from the top of his shirts. Fashion wise Forest tries to always dress nice when he's out on the town. He is a big fan of a silky button up shirt, and equally nice slacks. He tries to pair it with fashionable slides, and even upscale boots. When he’s just relaxing with friends, he tries to find a balance between comfort and nice. Often he’ll wear mid thigh length shorts, a t shirt, and whatever shoe looks most comfortable for the sat. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] [color=228B22]Psychology[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]" If everyone just helped each other a little more I think we’d all be a bit better off."[/i] [INDENT][b] [color=228B22]MAIN GOAL[/color] ⫻[/b] Forest has only had one true goal, to make good quality food, and to make it in a way that worked with the environment instead of damaging it. Ever since his mother revealed herself he’s added a second goal, to cook a meal fit for the gods and to finally bring an end to their insistent conflicts. [b][color=228B22]PHILOSOPHY[/color] ⫻[/b] One must work in harmony with the natural order of the world, not force your will on it. [b][color=228B22]SECRETS[/color] ⫻[/b] Forest has a trove of high quality snacks and treats that he will never share. [b][color=228B22]SEXUALITY[/color] ⫻[/b] He’s straight but questioning if there’s any flexibility to it [b][color=228B22]FEARS[/color] ⫻[/b] That the planet has already become rotten to the core, and that no amount of work or magic will fix what we’ve corrupted. [b][color=228B22] WHAT BROUGHT THEM TO CAMP[/color] ⫻ [/b] His mother came to visit him for the first time over the summer. The two tended to the harvest together, and forged a quick bond. As fall set in, and the depression it always brought took hold, his mother mentioned a place where he could spend some time around his fellow demigods and learn how to better apply his powers. While hesitant at first, the cold brutal winter eventually took the decision from him. [b][color=228B22]FLAWS[/color] ⫻[/b] Forest will always fight to protect those he loves, or cares for, even if he’s in the wrong. While to him it’s about showing that no matter what, someone will always have your back. To others it can make him look complicit. He’s far too trusting of new people. Forest prefers the company of plants to the company of people. As such, he may often seem disinterested from time to time in conversation even if he’s engaged. When Forest prepares a meal, he will become saddened if someone is unable to finish it. It will be to the point that he’d be on the verge of tears asking what he could have done better. The truth is he simply prepares too much food. [/INDENT] [sub][b][color=228B22]Backstory[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]" It’s quite simple. My dads, dads, dads, dad settled down in this one spot and we’ve been here ever since."[/i] [indent] Even with his earliest memories Forest knew that he was a demigod. Even though he was born and raised up in the sparsely populated farm fields of southern Ohio, near Greencamp, his father knew it was important to know that others could not be trusted with the knowledge of what he can do. As such, Forest spent his early childhood out in nature, forming a connection with the natural world around him. Once he was able to control it enough to not accidentally cause chaos, he was sent to the local school and started to begin his adventures through school. Forest has nothing but pleasant memories of trips to the zoo, working the fields alongside his dad, cousins, and uncle’s, and the wonderful feasts they had. While there was a sadness at not knowing his mother, his father said that all he had to do was step outside and he’d be with her in the fields. As he grew to his teenage years, he began to play sports and found that he was a natural at football. Through middle school and high he would be the closest thing that this small town would have to a star quarterback. He worked hard at school but his grades were never perfect, but there was never any concern about him academically. When we graduated, he enrolled at [i][b]The[/b][/i] Ohio State University for agricultural science. He had the opportunity to study elsewhere on a football scholarship but Forest wanted to stay close to home and follow his passion with his studies. After graduation, he returned to the farm and helped make it more efficient while also implementing different tools, strategies, and magic to help the land heal and produce more food. His father never allowed him to do anything more than a small patch of magical food, but it was enough that Forest could experiment with the application of his magic. Forest also got into making mead out of his magical fruit, and honey made from the pollen of his magical flowers. Eventually, his mother took note of his skills and love of the harvest and she came back into their lives even if it was for a moment at a time. She taught him practical applications of the magic, and offerings he could do to bring better harvests. Eventually as well, she got him to head towards this strange camp far away.[/indent] [sub][b][color=228B22]Abilities[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]" Trust me when I say you’ve never had a good cook like me."[/i] [indent][b][color=228B22]DESCRIPTION[/color] ⫻[/b] Forest is the son of Demeter and as such his abilities focus on the harvest, and nature as a whole. [b] AGROKINESIS ⫻[/b] Forest is able to control the growth rate of plants and is able to infuse plants grown this way with magical properties. He typically does this with fruits, vegetables, coffee beans, and grains as it’s very easy to work these influenced dishes into a meal. Food grown this way is always extremely nutritious, filling, and carries with them a very minor healing factor that is only good for ailments, scrapes and bruises. All he needs at this time is the seeds of the plant and space to grow them. If he wants the produce to carry the magical aspect it will take longer for them to grow. The magical aspect of the food will depend on the properties of what is grown. In general, grains will be more filling, fruits and vegetables more flavorful, coffee beans more energizing, and all will benefit from being more nutritious. If the need arises he can use this spell offensively, and defensively. Like the former he can cause plants to grow from seed to maturity at a near instant pace. He could, for example, toss a healthy amount of seeds of a bush behind him and create a wall of thorns to block the way for pursuers to follow. Or he could simply throw a tree seed at someone and watch them get crushed under its weight. Each spell takes energy from Forest to pull off, and as such the more he does in a day the more tired and weak he will become. As well, he will be able to call on the roots, or branches, of all flora to ensnare and to strike. If a fight breaks out in a field Forest can call up the roots to wrap themselves around the ankles of an assailant. If the fight is in the forest he’ll be able to call on the roots or branches of trees to grab and crush. Based on his training he suspects that one day he can call on the whole tree to join him in a fight. [b]INDUCE HUNGER ⫻[/b] Forest can create a ravenous hunger in the pits of those around him if the need arises. This hunger would be unlike anything the target would have felt and they will find it difficult to overcome their desire to consume. If there’s no food in the immediate area the target could be forced to flee in search of this food. This still Forest has the least control over and may accidentally cause everyone, including himself, to feel this hunger. [b] CREATE PRECIPITATION ⫻[/b] Unknown to Forest, when he creates plant life he is also create the moisture needed to sustain it. He has no control over this ability but with time could learn to wield it. [b]AEROKINESIS ⫻[/b]. Like the create precipitation Forest does not know, nor control, this magic. Instead it is tied to his emotions. When he feels confident a small breeze will move through his hair and ruffle the strands, and the wind will carry his voice further when he’s angry. [/INDENT] [sup][b] Other[/b][/sup] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"A little hope goes a long way."[/i] [indent]Anyyyything else?[/INDENT] [/hider] [hr] [hider=Idris Orion Abbasi][color=#2e2c2c]. .[/color] [indent][indent][table][row][sup][h1][color=181818][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][right][color=D87093]Idris Orion Abbasi[/color][color=181818]...[/color][/right][/h1][/sup][/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]....................................................[/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/EkZ0Sm1.jpeg[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/bhxNUjW.gif[/img] [center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][color=D87093][b]S O N[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=D87093][b]O F[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=D87093][b]A P O L L O[/b][/color] [color=807B84][sup]________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [color=D87093]25 [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Male [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Heteroflexible[/color] [color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] [color=D87093][b]▹ hair color [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] Black[/color] [color=D87093][b]▹ eye color [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] Brown[/color] [color=D87093][b]▹ height [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] 6' 2"[/color] [color=D87093][b]▹ build [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] Muscular / athletic[/color] [/sub][/center] [/cell][cell][justify][sup][color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=D87093][b]A B I L I T I E S[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]marksman[/b][/color] - [i]Idris is a master marksman. Owing his talent to a decade of competition shooting, and his father’s bloodline, Idris does not take long to size up a target and lose an arrow. He has won numerous competitions throughout his youth and his early adulthood. Sadly he has never had the pleasure to compete on a national level, a decision by his mother, he has yet to meet someone who can best him at the range. While he has not shot a bow and arrow since his mother informed him about who his father was, there is a sneaking suspicion within his soul that the time away will not matter. He still carries the same weakness that all humans carry with his bow. He can grow tired if he tries to fire too many arrows too fast. As well, he might linger on a target for a second too long which could act as a 'tell' that he is about to fire. On top of that, for most encounters he will be limited to the number of normal arrows he can carry.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]photokinesis[/b][/color] - [i]Idris is also able to create and manipulate structures out of light itself. The luminescence is very high, and direct contact with it will burn the target. He currently has a staff of light, and an arrow, mastered but he has not spent as much time with this skill as he has only practiced it for the past year after learning of his lineage. He can combine the light arrow with a physical bow to launch it as a projectile. Using it this way, Idris imbues the arrow with an explosive effect that turns the arrow into a burningly bright flash-bang that, on impact, will both blind and burn a target with the sheer brightness of the light. Besides the arrow all other constructs are rather weak. All, however, are weak in the absence of light. He can create light in his palm but this magic will always be more powerful under the sun, or a bright enough light source.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]healing[/b][/color] - [i]Unknown to him, Idris does have a passive healing effect that allows him to heal most minor injuries within a short duration.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]master musician[/b][/color] - [i]Unknown to him, Idris singing voice carries a tune that uplifts those that hear it.[/i] [color=D87093][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]cooking[/b][/color] - [i]Idris was practically raised in the kitchen of his mothers restaurant. From the many evenings doing homework behind the register, to learning the process as a teen, all the way to helping his mother run the shop he has a lifetime of experience here.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]life of a party[/b][/color] - [i]In his normal life Idris can be rigid, uptight, and guarded with information. Yet, with a few drinks, the hidden side of Idris comes out. Often, his shirt comes off, he wants to go to the karaoke bar, and he is beyond jovial. He is truly everyone’s friends in those moments. This has had some unfortunate side effects of a phone filled with contacts, friends who always want Idris to come hang out and have another legendary night.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]eyes like an eagle[/b][/color] - [i]Thanks to a decade plus of archery training, and competitions, Idris has a skill at picking out details from afar and this has translated to discerning what is supposed to be in a spot versus something hiding in it. If he was born as the son of another goddess he would make a fantastic hunter. Still, if something is missing if it is not buried he can find it, and if something is hiding he can spot them. As well, he can see clearly when someone is struggling whether physically or emotionally. While he tries to give off an aura of being unbothered, Idris does care deeply about the wellbeing of those in his orbit. Thus, someone who is having a bad time might wake up one day to a knock on the door and a bag of homemade treats with no sign that points towards who delivered it. He might find the time to talk to the person when the two were alone, and impart some wisdom delivered without malice.[/i] [color=D87093][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]guarded[/b][/color] - [i]Idris has not had an easy life. From what he was told he was a friendly, jovial, and laid back child who was exposed to the public education system and suffered in response. When he was young, his kindness and friendly nature were used against him and through this bullying he learned that there are two sides to people, the version the world sees and the version they hide behind the smiles. Even though during highschool his fortunes changed and he became a well known and popular kid, he always views people through the lens of a kid who was bullied relentlessly[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]melee combat[/b][/color] - [i]While Idris has had a few fights fought under the influence of alcohol, he does not have any formal combat training nor does his skillset benefit conflict in close range. He is an archer, he wants to be far away and to use his distance to his advantage. If someone took that away from him he could be quickly defeated.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]stuborn[/b][/color] - [i]Once Idris’s mind locks onto something, it rarely lets it go. He could be provided irrefutable proof that he is wrong and he will still try and figure out how he is actually right. Things like grudges, axes to grind, and slights are quick to develop and long to fall away.[/i] [center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [color=D87093][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color] [b]caring [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] guarded [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] charismatic [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] observant[/b] [color=D87093][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color] Idris calls the surprisingly mild climate of Halifax, Canada, home. Here he was born to an immigrant mother, and spent his entire childhood without a father. While there were father figures in his life, such as his uncles, grandpa, and neighbors, it was something that did not go unnoticed in Idris’s childhood. He remembers vividly all the times that he asked where his true father was, knowing that these men were not the ones he could call dad. Each time, his mother would get upset and deflect the question away. Outside of these questions, his earliest memories were spent inside his mothers restaurant the “Costal Karahi” where the lamb and goat recipes remain ever popular. When he was old enough to go to school he was enrolled at a public kindergarten and began the march through the grades. Things were easy enough at first, and Idris made a few friends with the kids in his class. It was at this young age his mother forced him to participate in archery. She said it was a noble sport and he would do well to excel in it. While he had an easily seen natural gift for the craft, it wasn’t one he was overly fond of. While the other kids were allowed to play video games, he was always expected to be out back practicing. He was always popular when it came to recess, as he displayed an amazing accuracy even at this young age. One day, in the fifth grade, he embarrassed a particular kid by beating him handily in basketball. The kid quickly ‘befriended’ him and used this time to learn as many embarrassing secrets as he could. Like how Idris was secretly an archer, how he thought he was gifted by the gods with his accuracy, and how he wanted to sing in a boyband like NSYNC or the Back Street Boys. That last was all it took for the bullies to find the blade that would cut the deepest. From fifth grade onward, he was bullied every day and with varied taunts. While it started with the music angle, it soon devolved into whatever the bullies could think of next. Friends would come into his life, Idris would welcome the companionship, and they would once again betray him to gain social standing. Idris kept trying to find a friend but he never did. Instead, he simply kept up with his archery practice, competition, and began to branch out his skills into other sports. One in particular, basketball, seemed to agree with him more than others. He initially started playing on his own during recess one day, hitting shots from further back and with a much higher frequency than anyone else. While his classmates egged him on, a coach saw this and approached him and convinced him to join the team at the upcoming tryouts. No one came close to the accuracy that Idris displayed and he was given a spot on the team. In his eighth grade year they won the championship and it was like a light switch went off. Everyone wanted to be his friend suddenly, wanted to hang out, and wanted to plan for their highschool years together. They may have forgotten the years of bullying they wrought on Idris, but Idris did not. He never forgot. Idris would never give his all in the sport from here on out. He simply stayed on the team to avoid the return of bullying, playing well enough to carry his team through all the various sporting events but never fully committing to using his skills to their full potential. To him that sport was simply a means to an end. Still, he would be remiss to forget that he likely no longer needed to play after his sophomore year and that there were a few genuine, good people who he enjoyed above all else that he played alongside. One, another natural athlete, even had a chance at the NBA that slipped through their fingers later in life. He graduated high school with many people who now considered him a friend, and with fewer people that Idris considered so. College was an awakening of sorts. He was still guarded around the new people, more so even than before, but there was a secret spell that one classmate used to unlock the inner man that yearned for joy, connection, and belonging. Alcohol. At his first frat party he drank just enough that his inhibitions fell, but not enough for his walls to fall in on himself. In this happy medium he became the life of the party. His shirt was lost quickly, its final location unknown, and Idris quickly found his way to the karaoke machine and belted out song after song, from The Offspring. Videos exist of this very moment and most comments follow the same theme. ‘Why can he actually sing though?’ He was everyone's first choice in beer pong or cornhole. The next morning, shame, and the hundreds of texts asking him to come to the next party or to hang out, forced him back behind his walls. The rest of his college years would follow the same pattern, he would get good grades, be pestered to hang out, have a beer which would turn into two, followed by a shame filled morning the next day. When he graduated, he attended many celebrations and had many at his own. He took his degree in accounting and business administration, back to his mothers restaurant to help her take it to the next level. While she appreciated his help and his approach, she knew there was more to life than this for him. She was the immigrant mother who brought this craft to these frigid lands, and she expected her son to do more. So even as he modernized her kitchen, improved her rates with her suppliers, she decided she needed to take the one drastic step she swore to never take. It was time to talk about his father. It was just after his twenty-third birthday when she sat him down and explained who his father was. Apollo. The god of music, marksman, healing, and the sun. At first Idris took this as well as everyone. He thought his mom had gone crazy and immediately he began looking up doctors who specialized in situations like this. But as she explained, the more things made sense. This was the reason he was pushed into archery, why his accuracy with anything he touched was second to none, why he never really got hurt despite the bullying and why he was a viral sight on the internet for his singing. The only aspect of his magic that had to reveal itself was the light, and his mother told a story of him as a baby. With that story, he was suddenly able to reach out to the light and create stuff from it. For the next year, Idris did not touch his primary hobby. His bows collected dust in his storage room as he came to terms with this news. He did practice the light magic, making a walking staff and an arrow out of it. The only time he touched his bow was when he had the bright idea to fire the light arrow from it, and his surprise at it working forced the bow back into the closet once again. He was content to let this knowledge die with him, but his father had other plans. Early this morning, at nearly a quarter to six, Idris went to his mothers restaurant to prepare for the day. He often opened to allow his older mother an extra few hours to rest each day. This day, as he walked through the front door and closed it behind him, he was greeted by the most strange of experiences. In front of him, sitting at the closest table to the door with a lute in hand, was his father. For the first time in his life he was able to put a face to the name, and Idris wanted to fight him in the moment and likely would have if not for the calming melody played by the god. The two would talk for an hour, about who Idris was, what he was meant to be, and this strange camp halfway around the world. Idris did not want to go, but the longer he was around the man the more the music seemed to influence him. Still, Idris refused. That was until the god offered Idris something he couldn’t refuse. It was a simple one, the god could pull some strings and help his mother retire without worry in one year's time if Idris did this one favour for him first. Idris agreed to the proposal in an instant thinking he’d have time to say his goodbyes. Instead, the god pulled a string on the lute and covered Idris in a blinding light. In the next moment he was outside a large metal gate, suitcase in one hand and an overstuffed backpack on his back, his favorite bow in the other hand, and a disdain for the gods in his head. 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